Was just rummaging through my picture folders and found a few images I was actually not supposed to publish. well when I saw them I thought they really fit my current mood so here we go… I have now lived in London for 4 years and most of the time I think how amazing that is and how lucky I am, I have the best time of my life. But there are these days and I’m sure everybody has these days when nothing goes right, like in such a way that you feel fucking grounded and almost humiliated. You just start to questioning everything. London is one of the most popular places in the world, I have more than 8 million neighbors, it’s a place where people go on holiday! BUT what I hear a lot from other people and what I feel a lot as well is that London can be one of the loneliest places in the world too. The traffic, the noise, the pollution, the stress, the different cultures & languages, the distances, the lack of time, the general madness… It’s one of those days where I realize again that I have it fucking good, a place to live, a safe job, interesting hobbies and a shit load of entertainment. But I don’t seem to know a single one of this 8 million people around me. I mean I talk to some, I hang out with some, I work with some, but who do I actually know!? why does it sometimes feel so bleak and cold? And where are all the other people like me?